The first thing to notice was the White Bone Sword.

He smelled danger.

Every cultivator, as the soul or body becomes stronger, the intuition of danger will also increase.

Although it is very far from Song Ziyang's ability to predict danger in the yin-yang mirror, in some of the most critical moments, timely response may also save his life.

Of course, different cultivators, even if they have similar cultivation, have very different intuitions about danger.

is like a bloodthirsty Pang Hai, who still looks like he is in his chest at this time, and he doesn't notice anything abnormal at all.

Song Ziyang didn't answer, and sneered and injected all the yin and yang power that had just been recovered into the dethunder bottle.

"Damn it!"

Pang Dao was already irritable and obedient, and the sense of danger became more and more intense, so he did not hesitate to kill Song Ziyang.

With a wave of his hand, six white lights flew out of his cuffs, as fast as lightning, and he reached Song Ziyang in the blink of an eye.

At first, the light was only the thickness of a thumb, but in an instant, it turned into six long knives, the light was cold, sharp, and had a fierce aura.

Song Ziyang was just about to dodge when a hissing suddenly sounded in his ears.

Hiss...... Hiss......

The voice is not loud, but it is sharp and hoarse, pointing directly at the soul!

He only felt a dizziness in his head, and the Fa he was secretly reciting was almost broken.

"Poof!"

He bit his tongue violently and spurted out a mouthful of essence blood, which landed on the detonator bottle.

The crimson blood flowed through the strange lines on the body of the detonator bottle, and not a drop dropped.

And at this time, he raised his eyes and suddenly saw the true face of these "six long knives", and he was suddenly shocked in his heart-

Where are these long knives, they are clearly six living poisonous snakes!

Every snake has the thickness of an arm, three feet long, and its whole body is snow-white, and when it comes to Song Ziyang, it opens its mouth and spits out bright red letters, and the strong fishy smell comes to the nose.

A snow-tailed arrow that grows in the midst of 100,000 mountains!

One of the top 10 most venomous snakes!

Don't say that with Song Ziyang's cultivation of only the fifth level of the Tibetan Sea, even if he improves one or two more great realms, he will definitely die if he is bitten by this snow-tailed arrow.

Such a terrifying snow-tailed arrow, even the 100,000 mountains and the 3,000 wastelands of the long-lasting Wu clan are rare to see, this guy was able to get six, and with the magic of witchcraft, he successfully refined......

It's no wonder that Yinping Mountain has been crisscrossing Qingzhou for many years, and no one dares to provoke it!

At the moment of life and death, the first thing that came to Song Ziyang's mind was these thoughts.

But he also realized that he couldn't dodge it.

The reaction of this white bone demon knife is too fast, and the speed of this snow-tailed arrow is also fast enough.

"It's a pity, give me a little more time, and I'll be able to activate the detonator bottle calmly. But ......"

"Let's die together!"

The bravery in his bones exploded, his eyes flashed with madness, and he roared, desperately urging the thunder bottle.

Suddenly, a purple pillar of light rose into the sky, and then a thunderbolt the size of a bucket burst out from the narrow mouth of the bottle.

Rumble!

Where the thunder goes, it is Pang Hai at the far end!

The first to bear the brunt is these six snow-tailed arrows!

The six snow-tailed arrows driven by the witchcraft had already arrived in front of Song Ziyang's face at this time, and the nearest one, the snake hyacinth, had already touched his body.

But in an instant, this bucket-thick thunderbolt completely devoured them together, and there was not even a trace of residue left.

Along with it, there is also a pangdao that rushes over to perform witchcraft.

"Big brother, save my ......"

His narrow eyes were full of fear, and his collapsed nose was arched in horror at this moment, and he wailed, and before he even had time to dodge, he was blown away by this divine thunder.

fell more than a dozen feet away and turned into a charred and stinking dried corpse.

Immediately afterward, the thunder, which had not slowed down at all, continued to move forward.

"How is that possible?"

"You were able to lead the mines?"

"Impossible, impossible!"

The bloodthirsty Pang Hai, who was standing at the farthest end, looked shocked and screamed in horror, and he no longer had the calmness he had before.

Looking at Song Ziyang's eyes again, there was no smugness and cruelty, only endless fear.

He couldn't have imagined at all that a Yin Yang Monk with only the five layers of the Tibetan Sea would be able to successfully channel thunder.

It's impossible!

Countless ancestors have proved with their blood and lives that it is impossible to succeed in leading thunder before cultivating to reach the third realm, because even a martial artist who specializes in cultivating the physical body cannot withstand the power of the scattered thunder at all.

There is almost only one end to the failure of mine guidance, and that is death!

Song Ziyang's master also tried rashly, although he did not die in the end, he was also seriously injured because of it, and was finally besieged by many cultivators and died.

Therefore, Pang Hai did not have any psychological preparation for this at all.

If you knew from the beginning that this damn kid had successfully channeled thunder with a detoxifying bottle and put such a terrifying thunderbolt in it, it would be absolutely no nonsense, and the two brothers shot out together and killed him directly.

But now, it's too late to regret it......

"Treasure! It's the unknown treasure that protects you and helps you succeed!"

Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration and screamed.

He wanted to turn around and run away, but apparently it was too late.

No matter how fast the body is, can you pass the thunder faster?

Blood Spirit Shield!

In despair, he roared, and the large amount of fat on his body exploded and turned into endless blood mist, and his body was visibly slimmed down with the naked eye, turning into skin and bones.

His expression also became extremely depressed.

In the blood mist, a large number of flesh worms with white flowers could be faintly seen, flying and devouring in it.

Feed the worms with your body!

In the blink of an eye, a large amount of blood mist was swallowed up by these countless flesh worms.

These flesh worms, which were originally white, turned red all over their bodies, almost dripping blood, and their black triple pupils were full of evil light.

These flesh worms spontaneously form a large cocoon and envelop Pang Hai in it.

This is his hole card at the bottom of the box, and his defense is extremely strong, which can withstand the full force of the peak powerhouse of the Three Realms.

He prayed to survive.

He swore that as long as he didn't die, he would make this damn kid worse than dead!

Subsequently, the gods thundered.

He pressed the hole card at the bottom of the box, and in front of this divine thunder, he only held on for one breath before it collapsed.

All the flesh worms are annihilated in it.

"No!"

He hated and roared unwillingly.

I thought that my brothers had been dominating the world for decades, but I didn't expect that they would end up capsizing in this gutter.

I fought an eagle all my life, but I was pecked blind by a small house finch!

How can you be willing?

But his voice, with a strong hatred, was swallowed up by the divine thunder along with his body.

After the thunder, all that remained on the ground was a charred, shattered, dried corpse.

Bombard into slag!

The speed of the thunder did not decrease, and it bombarded the mountain peaks straight ahead.

Boom! Boom!

After a terrifying roar, the mountain peak was neatly cut off a corner by the thunder, and a ravine more than ten zhang long was drawn!

The mountains shook for a while.

The power of thunder is terrifying.

Song Ziyang's face was pale, he was unsteady on his feet, and he fell into the mud again, splashing a little sludge.

For the rest of his life, the power of yin and yang was exhausted, making him almost collapse, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he gasped for breath for a long time.

It was a fluke to survive this time.

They came a little earlier, or they were more decisive, or even as long as Pang Hai was less greedy, they would definitely die, and there was no chance and time to send out the thunder in the thunder bottle......

When the six snow-tailed arrows and poisonous snakes attacked, he thought he was dead, and in the end he made the choice of ending up together!

But he didn't expect that the speed of the thunder explosion was far beyond his imagination.

Call!

No matter what, after all, he has avenged his master and his fellow disciples.

Of course, it was not only the two of them who besieged the Nine Palace Sect, but also many other monks, some of whom he knew, who were bandits who were full of evil and murderous people, and some of whom he didn't know, but they were also powerful.

He recognized his strength very well, and he was not in a hurry, and he was slowly liquidated one by one......

As the old saying goes, the only way to solve worries is revenge.

The blood debt of the Nine Palaces Sect's three hundred and seventy-eight human lives, of course, must be repaid with blood!

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing a solemn smile.

The mind sank into the sea of knowledge, and once again ran the "Dragon Seeking Heavenly Chapter", stealing the power of heaven and earth, deriving yin and yang, and replenishing itself.

Two hours later, he had largely recovered.

He didn't rush to search for the corpse of the Yin Ping Mountain Shuangsha, but carefully took out a small piece of bamboo from his bosom.

I don't know how long this bamboo has been cut and left there, but it is still verdant.

Inadvertently glancing at the past, there were mysterious runes flowing on each bamboo joint.

But when you stare closely, you can only see faint white spots, just like clouds floating in the sky.

"This Lingyun Bamboo has only four bars left, and it can be used four times!" he muttered.

Lingyun bamboo, the yin and yang gate divination, speculation of heavenly things.

For other Qimen monks, Lingyun Bamboo has no effect, but for Yin-Yang Sect monks, this is a rare artifact!

The difference between it and ordinary divination is that when you perform the divination technique, Lingyun Bamboo is affected by the Heavenly Dao, and there is a certain chance that it will directly present a scene in the future.

Song Ziyang carefully took off a section, and hid the rest of the income in his arms.

As soon as his mind moved, the center of his eyebrows quietly cracked, and in the midst of the golden light blooming, the yin-yang mirror appeared.

was hunted down and killed this time, and it can be called a life of nine deaths, and he survived by relying on the detonator bottle.

He wanted to divinate the situation of his next life and death crisis, so that he could prepare early.

He placed this small section of Lingyun Bamboo on top of the Yin-Yang Mirror, and at the same time guided the power of Yin and Yang in the sea of knowledge into the Yin-Yang Mirror, and unfolded it according to the ordinary divination technique.

In fact, other Yin-Yang Warlocks, if they want to predict the future with the help of Lingyun Bamboo, they need grand ceremonies, high cultivation, and special terrain, such as the place where the five elements converge, such as the place where the five elements converge, such as the place where the five yin and yang are held, etc., to borrow the power of heaven and earth to manifest.

Even, those who are not cultivated enough also need foreign beasts as sacrifices to guide, which is extremely complicated.

But when it comes to Song Ziyang, he doesn't have to be so troublesome, because he has a yin-yang mirror.

As long as the power of yin and yang is injected into it, the manifestation of Lingyun Bamboo can be reflected in the yin-yang mirror.

"No one asks about entering and exiting the Netherworld, Jiuyang wants to be a prophet in the sky!"

He whispered softly, then bit the tip of his tongue, and a mouthful of essence blood spurted out, and the blood fell on Lingyun Bamboo and was slowly absorbed.

He waited quietly, and after a quarter of an hour, a gravitational pull suddenly appeared on the mirror surface of the Yin-Yang Mirror.

Before he could react, his mind was pulled into a void space.

It was a manor, but it was so vague that it was impossible to see the exact layout, and it was only vaguely discernible that there were some towering corner towers, huge courtyards, and long corridors, and there should be some trees around it, and it was impossible to distinguish the species.

But he could smell it, blood.

The pungent smell of blood made him frown.

Subsequently, he saw the body.

In the courtyard, in the corridor, in the corner tower...... There were corpses everywhere.

Blood gathered in all directions into a river, slowly flowing into the unknown darkness.

From his perspective from above, he could see that the lines of blood flowing in all directions were actually outlining the shape of an eye.

These blood-colored eyes are so lifelike.

He couldn't help but take a closer look.

Suddenly, he found that when he looked at this eye, this eye seemed to be staring at him.

His eyes were evil and filthy, but with endless desire, which made him feel that he couldn't help but want to sink into it.

"Ahh

He was startled and screamed, and all the pictures were suddenly shattered.